How could she deny him what they both wanted? Even if she was terrified by the thought of how it would surely hurt, there was no question of surrender.

When she slowly nodded, an expression of savage gratitude flashed across her husband’s face. Her head dropped, waiting for him to begin.

With one arm still wrapped around her waist, he used his free hand to gather her hair. The unruly mass of ebony waves was quickly wrapped twice around his fist. A rope he would use as a means of control.

He tugged until Celia had no choice but to meet his gaze in the mirror.

“You will watch me as I fuck you, sweet wife. You will not look away as I make you mine. And do not bow your head to me. I may occasionally place you on your knees, but you are a goddamn marchioness and you bow to no one. Including me.”

CHAPTER 29

Celia’s eyes blazed as she returned his stare. Gabriel was positive he’d never seen a more glorious sight than the mirror’s reflection. His wife was surely what God intended as perfection when he created women. Her breasts, high and firm, were just the right size for his hands to cup, her nipples a shade reminiscent of dusky pink roses. Their coloring was an entrancing contrast to the startling warm ivory hue of her skin. His arm, where it wrapped about her waist, was so much darker than her tender flesh. To the point he could pose as a pirate, marauding and taking what he willed from a captive maiden.

Keeping Celia’s head tilted back, Gabriel moved his arm from her waist. The sweet flare of her hip called for his hand; he gripped the flesh there in a subtle warning that she maintain her position. Ass out toward him, hands bracing her upper body on the dressing table, and her back arched until her breasts jutted out as if she wanted her nipples to kiss the cold surface of the mirror.

“Yes, Celia. Just like that. Stay. Stay like that as I slide inside of you. This time, I want to see your face when you come. I want to see you explode for me.” As he spoke, Gabriel maneuvered into position, sliding up behind her until his cock hungrily thrust in the direction of her core. Celia let out a soft moan when she felt him there, so huge, so hot and hard. So ready. He was going crazy with anticipation, but something kept him from surging forward in a greedy rush.

His cock nudged her opening, and he nearly combusted when he felt the soft, silky wetness of her earlier orgasm. Easing his way until only the flared head of his sex was inside her, he kept a tight grip on her hair, keeping her head tilted back so he could watch her face.

He wanted to see her eyes as he claimed her. See everything she was experiencing. See just what he did to her and what she did to him in return. He wanted to go slow.